Cover up those naughty bits
and put that flesh away
or prudes will foam and have their fits
letting anger rule the day!
’Cause don’t you know?
Clothes make the man
and not the glow
of a golden tan.
Those genitals will cause a stir
so hide them in your shame
and watch your life become a blur
a shadow, pale and tame.
Or, raise your flag
and wave it high!
Dismiss the nag,
kiss those clothes goodbye!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: August 9th, 2026 08:58
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Comments1
A fun read about social notions and their violation that causes commotions.
Thank you, Soren!
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